The moment the tool shed door is opened, an overwhelming smell of oil hits the area. Looking inside, it's easy to see why - there's oil everywhere, sticky black and slippery, so watch your step.
...But, more than that....is what's in the center of the room.
This was once humanoid, most likely. But now, it's been reassembled to look like some kind of gigantic Scorpion, bits of what used to be her frame attached at odd angles and with wooden bits also precariously attached.
It's hard to make out other details from the doorway, but it's clear that the head on the chassis this belongs to is gone, replaced with just a single lightbulb as if in mockery of what happened to this fellow teammate.
...In the gloom, you can make out the SCP logo on what was once a shoulder.
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The moment the tool shed door is opened, an overwhelming smell of oil hits the area. Looking inside, it's easy to see why - there's oil everywhere, sticky black and slippery, so watch your step.
...But, more than that....is what's in the center of the room.
This was once humanoid, most likely. But now, it's been reassembled to look like some kind of gigantic Scorpion, bits of what used to be her frame attached at odd angles and with wooden bits also precariously attached.
It's hard to make out other details from the doorway, but it's clear that the head on the chassis this belongs to is gone, replaced with just a single lightbulb as if in mockery of what happened to this fellow teammate.
...In the gloom, you can make out the SCP logo on what was once a shoulder.
Olympia is dead.]